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“Mr. Byrne,” she said quickly. “My car is making a weird sort of… noise.”
“What kind of noise?” he asked. His brows came together and his eyes narrowed with concern.
“A… weird clicking one,” she repeated. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. Maybe the weird clicking noise was her goddamn turn signal. I had a feeling there wasn’t a damn thing wrong with her car. It was just an excuse to talk to him.
“Show me.”
“Oh, we don’t have to do that.” Sloane laughed, awkward and kind of adorable if I did say so myself. “You’re done for the day—”
“Are you done for the day?” Sam demanded. I watched them in utter fascination. How the fuck were these two that oblivious? Sure, she may have been into women, but she was also definitely into Sam. And he was damn near eating out of the palm of her fucking hand.
“Well, no. I still have another hour.”
“That’s another hour of your car sitting in the lot,” he said. “Either you can show me what’s going on, or I’ll figure it out. I’m not letting you drive around if there’s something wrong with your car.”
I grinned, wanting so badly to make my own commentary, but I knew I’d go unnoticed. They were so locked in on each other that nothing else existed except her car with its weird clicking noise.
“Okay,” Sloane whispered. Sam tracked her movements as she hurried across the room and ruffled through the papers on her desk for her keys. She made fast work of rejoining him and leading him out the door, rambling on about the weird clicking noise that only happened every once in a while so it might not happen while they were out there.
“Bye, Sam!” I called out cheerfully, but fuck, if he heard me. I didn’t exist. I grabbed my phone to text Declan. I couldn’t keep this to myself.
So.
DECLAN: Yes?
I met Sam’s lesbian.
DECLAN: You can’t call her that.
She’s not a lesbian.
DECLAN: You can’t say that shit.
Look, I’m not saying she’s not into women. I don’t doubt that. But that woman is into Sam.
DECLAN: I don’t see it.
How blind are you?!?!
DECLAN: She says she isn’t and I believe her more than you.
I’m calling it now—if she is—Sam is putting her through her bi-awakening.
That woman is fucking smitten and making up shit to get him to look at her car.
DECLAN: She does have him fix her car a lot…
An unreasonable a lot?
How old is the car?
DECLAN: Not old enough to have so many issues.
DECLAN: Fuck me.
DECLAN: No.
Yes!
